My friend yousta be thinHe's get all the womenWe'd go kick it at the barBut his drinkin' went too farHe could see over his beltThe brotha was slim and svelteBut the gut snuck up while he wasn't lookin'And the beer stood firm within

Beergut - gettin' in the way of thingsBeergut - no longer can he see his nutsBeergut - he will keep drinkin' till he throws up

He's got the dunlap diseaseHis gut is troubled trappedWhen his gut lap over his belt buckleWhen he chuckle it pinch the belt buckleMy hommie's arms and legs are thinHis gut is filled with heineken40 ounce chug-a-lugs of old english saint ides budweiser

Beergut - gettin' in the way of thingsBeergut - no longer can he see his nutsBeergut - he will keep drinkin' till he throws up

Then we leave from the barWe go to the homesteadGet a six pack and turn on the tvRoll a joint and toke it to the headThen when the munchies take overWe will raid the convenience storeGrubbin' and scarfin' and fucked upAnd the beergut grows some more

Beergut - gettin' in the way of thingsBeergut - no longer can he see his nutsBeergut - he will keep drinkin' till he throws up